This that head nod shit Make you Bump in you whip...
[Verse 1: Robalu]
This beat in a chokehold Emergency, They fold
Shower thirty steps away, my outfit 3 days old
Freestyle in the mirror, Spit speckled, Robaloo
Shuffling the wildest moods, Simple rhythms vibe & thru
Tapping into All I bloom/ I can sway, inside the groove
From sunup to sundown, Soluh! to Soul hot
Evaporated poems rise Eight-Oh-Four, the zone rock
Poppa say Hold the fort down, Keep going Hold tight
Count the week, stay strong, Open up a space forum
City shimmer on the river, Really pretty when I’m twisted
Making music in the Rich, Stay connected by the bridge
I was dead, by myself Resurrected by my friends
Choice doctors sent medicine since we rapping so ill
Gifted fore you noticed, 3 flows ripped, ya soul lift
[Hook: Robalu]
This that head nod shit Make you Bump in you whip
This that head not shit, Make you Bump it your whip/
[Verse 2: Habeeb]
I just tripped into a vortex, colors colliding
sunken endowments, my fortune, tunneling outlets
Nothing around us, the warring, pummeling down
rummaging thru suddenly now til the sun'll be down
No losses, We stay until the memory found
If I did it my head'll be down I'm keeping it up
You see God's when you thinking of us
my mother gave me wisdom
while she speak I'm thinking of love
and how we dance to the beat of a drum
the reason our souls went deep creep in
silent like the speech of a monk
I'm non-violent give me peace
And I'll leave when I'm done
Still me when d'evils have come
Yuh Yuh
[Hook: Robalu]
This that head nod shit Make you Bump in you whip
This that head nod shit Make you Bump in you whip
[Verse 3: Alfred.]
Sis sound like Alfred sipping on an orange fanta
was is the drugs or the tattered patterns, I'll kick your crapper as a rapper it don't matter if your ego shatter, I was picking up the pieces since a little negro, the type of story you'd eat up about the hero, couldn't handle half the heat i'm breathing, eager to make some green with the team for being mean on the beat, first in the zodiac so I love to compete, virgo moon I get in oh don't take it personally, if niggas on they pedestal it's closed curtains for bitches, break a leg, quote a hook whatever's working for niggas, outta papers I can't roll up for shit, bumping my noggin to this nodding shit, incredible hits machine the wheels are fucking bumping, robalu ya crew be at ya function, writtens or punches it don't matter to me, I raise my hand absorb the power stored gradually, change the world with every ripple you make, fuck up the vibe inside the room because we're loud and irate, what's your place? what's your name? what's your name? it's that headnod shit...
A creative and collaborative effort by Rob and Professor Ant coming out of Richmond, VA. A reflection of how we continue inspire and push each other's creative limits. ROBALUTION!
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Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic